Chapter 982

The land of China has been devastated for thousands of miles, and foreign nations have come. A great war has caused immeasurable damage to China, with countless deaths and injuries.

After the war, the kings of the alien race left, leaving the weeping sentient beings in China. The sky couldn't bear to rain.

The torrential rain has washed out deep ravines. This catastrophe has come without warning, but like a storm, it has destroyed the hope of all living beings in the world.

Under the heavy rain, the old man turned to leave with crutches. Xiaobai went to the girl's back, pushed the wheelchair and followed.

In the desolate city, the sword took a picture of the second elder martial brother who died in the war. His body was shaking and his tears were drooping.

Ning Chen heart pain like a sharp blade in cutting, a word also can't say.

Three days later, Ning Chen went out of the deserted city, his eyes covered all his emotions, and he was strong again.

"Follow me!"

In front of the deserted city, Prince Yan said calmly and walked forward.

Ning Chen comes forward to carry the sword and follows behind silently.

Continuous mountains, a major mountain, two figures step forward, a fall from the sky in front of the waterfall, the king stopped, light way, "here it is."

In the rear, Ning Chen nods, goes to one side, puts down the sword stand, and waits for orders quietly.

"Take your sword."

Prince Yan opened his mouth and said quietly.

Ning Chen was silent. After a moment, he waved his right hand. In the light, the famous Taoist front reappeared, shining.

"Righteousness is great. This sword should not be covered with dust."

Prince Yan saw the sword in the former's hand and waved it. Not far away, the sword frame moved gently, and the red light was great. The red sword flew out and disappeared into the king's hand.

"Hold your sword and follow the king."

When the word fell, Prince Yan waved it in his hand. Between heaven and earth, the extreme realm was revealed, and the blood and lightning were diffused. The sword was in the extreme realm, and the majesty came into the world.

When Wang Jian moves, blood and electricity rush all over the sky. The sword, which is never seen before, moves with the sword.

The king gives the sword, the sword breath diffuses, starts from the most basic sword teaching, one move one type, simple and unadorned.

The Dao sword in Ning Chen's hand moves with it. The bone, the meaning, the breath and the feeling of the sword keep rising. From exclusion to integration, they gradually integrate into themselves.

The sword of the barren city and the sword of the king are full of each other. Ning Chen's body is full of blood, and his clothes are dyed red.

In the extreme situation, Prince Yan's eyes saw the blood mist on the former, frowned and stopped.

"Your sword bone, what's the matter?"

"I'm OK"

Ning Chen tolerated the sharp pain in his body and said, "master, go on, I can resist it."

Prince Yan didn't ask any more questions. If he wanted to integrate into himself, he had to fight against the pain.

Wang Jian moves again. This time, he doesn't stop. The plundering sword crisscrosses in the extreme state of the sword, galloping like thunder and dazzling.

Ning Chen's body moves with Wang's sword. With each line of sword, the bone of the sword melts into his body and the pain deepens.

Dripping sweat, mixed with the overflow of blood, wet clothes again and again, Ning Chen holding the sword hand, but never let go.

Once lost, he just knew how rare the chance to hold the sword again was. He could not lose to himself, otherwise, he would have failed Jianer's promise before he died.

With the rest of the world, in the extreme situation, Prince Yan whispered, listening to the sound of the former sword, and the extreme meaning of the sword.

Since he has this determination and will, as a senior, he will try his best to complete it!

After a hundred moves of the sword, Wang Jian's power suddenly turned, and the killing broke out and swept by at top speed.

Ning Chen Mou son a shrink, the sword in the hand subconsciously once waved, block to Wang Jian.

Wang Jianzhen opened the Dao sword in the former's hand and kept on moving forward.

"Er"

when the sword enters half an inch, the edge of the sword stops. Prince Yan looks at the young man in front of him and says calmly, "from now on, your sword is not allowed to have any impurities, otherwise we will scrap it again. Today's China doesn't need you to protect it. Your mission is finished!"

Ning Chen listens without a word, after a moment, nodded gently.

"Practice by yourself until you can feel the rest of the sword. I'll go to the imperial city of summer and come back in ten days."

With that, Prince Yan waved back the sword stand on the ground and walked towards the distance.

Ning Chen stands in front of the waterfall and silently looks at the sword in his hand. The elder is right. Today's China doesn't need him to protect it, and he doesn't have the qualification.

Don't mention those kings and emperors of different races, even the most common fourth frontier strongmen, who are hard to fight head-on. If the predecessors hadn't rushed back in time, China would have been completely doomed.

Before the absolute strength, no amount of conspiracy calculation is just vain. His sword is not enough to protect the people he cherishes.

The roaring falling sound of the waterfall drowns the sound of the sword. In front of the waterfall, Su Yi takes up the sword again and returns to the original. It's so simple that there's no more complicated moves.At the time of Zhiming's return to China, countless powerful people flew out of the split space in the hongluan star field. In just a few days, hundreds of powerful people came to the world one after another, and the fourth realm and kings emerged one after another. However, there was no second place among the kings except the original scale emperor.

In the first World War of China, the legend of the great Xia Dynasty was famous among all the ethnic groups. The existence of the strange old people of the human race has become a taboo of all ethnic groups. They are as strong as the emperor of the 100 ethnic groups. Even among the 100 ethnic groups, they are few and no one dares to offend them.

In the major star regions, the strong of the hundred ethnic groups appeared, occupying one side of the sacred land and establishing religion.

With the advent of the era of hundred ethnic groups fighting, so suddenly, many big religions and ordinary people in all fields have to accept the cruel and chaotic times.

In the holy land of all parties, the king is in charge. Due to the authority of the strange old people of the human race, there is no large-scale battle for the time being. However, the hundred ethnic groups are strong, the human race is weak, and the unequal distribution of interests exists clearly. It seems that the war of dividing up the human race's territory and resources by the hundred ethnic groups is inevitable.

In ZIWEIXING region, shendushan and zilinyuan two royal forces are facing each other. The two most powerful races with the rank of emperor choose ZIWEIXING region nearest to the boundary at the same time, which has continued thousands of years of struggle.

Purple scale yuan, Emperor Ming Tian stands in front of the abyss, quietly looking at the vast starry sky in front of him, and the streamer in his eyes flashes by.

"Your Highness"

a man in purple came up, saluted and said, "time is up."

Emperor Ming Tian returned to God, nodded, turned and walked towards the back abyss.

It's a waste of time to come out for such a long time. Now, it's time to make up for this hundred years.

In the purple scale abyss, among the newly rising Jedi, Emperor Mingtian walked by. Half an hour later, he stopped in front of a small blue pool.

In front of the Hualong pool, the purple scale king looked back, looked at the figure coming, and said calmly, "this is the Hualong pool water your grandfather specially brought. Don't let your grandfather and father down."

"Yes"

with a respectful salute, Emperor Mingtian immediately stepped into the front Hualong pool step by step.

At the same time, in the Unknown God territory, a haggard old man stood still, looking at the weeping life, and his turbid eyes became more tired.

With the birth of hundreds of people, the dark age of the world is coming. If the people can't survive this disaster, it will be the real eternal night.

"Teacher"

in the rear, a girl with bright eyes and white teeth came in a wheelchair, looked at the old man in front and called softly.

The old man turned around and looked at the girl in the wheelchair quietly. His voice was hoarse and said, "peacock, how about it?"

"No feeling." Said the girl truthfully.

The old man nodded and said, "the first time I met you, I didn't feel normal. However, after that, there are still many opportunities for you to meet. Your feelings can be cultivated slowly. It's not urgent."

"Why do teachers value that person so much? No matter talent or strength, this person should not be the best person." In the wheelchair, the peacock's beautiful face showed a puzzled color.

"Talent is not the decisive factor after the fourth level. As for strength, everyone is not born invincible. His days of cultivation are still short. It's good to be able to do so." The old man whispered.

"The teacher's assumption is that the person can enter the fourth realm, but if he can't enter the fourth realm, talent is a natural chasm that can't be ignored, and no one can change it." Peacock said seriously.

The old man was silent. After a long time, he sighed softly and said, "the teacher just got a glimpse of the future from the growth path of the son. No one can absolutely guarantee the future. The teacher won't force you. The choice is in your hands. The teacher can't make the decision for you when it comes to marriage."

In the wheelchair, the peacock gently nodded and said, "teacher, don't worry. If this person can enter the fourth realm in the future as the teacher said, the peacock is willing to help him, but if he can't, the peacock can only choose another person."

The old man nodded and said nothing more. He turned his eyes and looked at the world again. The compassion in his eyes became more and more difficult to hide.

The match of peacocks is always the king in the world. In this era, an absolute strong man is needed to frighten all the people. He chose the young man. However, whether he can do it or not depends on the young man's own ability. He does not interfere much.

Everyone's road should be his own. The young man's will is so strong that he can surpass anyone of his age. This is the most important quality of the road of cultivation. The road is long, and no one can go smoothly. It's easy to survive a blow, but what about ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times?

It's not easy for him to bear the weight of all living beings. Therefore, he must be strong enough. Even if there are thousands of disasters and tribulations, he can't be weak for a moment.

Although it is cruel, this is the reality. If he can't, he can only find others.

Within the boundary, the eastern China, in the continuous mountains and rivers, plain clothes and sword learning, just like a hundred years ago, have nothing, starting from the most basic.

The cold light on the sword reflects the bright moon, day after day, year after year.In front of the waterfall, the king stood still, looking at the younger generation practicing sword in front of him. Even if the progress was slow, he didn't look any anxious.

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